I'm torn between a hot cup of coffee at cliff edge at Catcha, before everyone else gets up....The sound of the staff setting the tables, jingling silverware, and the ladies talking about their evening before.....or waking up early on the beach, calm water, slight breeze and the staff raking the beach. It looks so nice you never want to be the first one to leave prints. A pre breakfast walk with no hustle, and the occasional jogger saying "mornin". All I get here are honking horns and people racing to get to work. I'd be lucky to get a grunt from someone passing. What a difference a few thousand miles makes